it's long enough. And with as many people as we have here, we'd be here all night if we offered longer rides. But the good news is, if you decide to join the Sybian Club, you can ride for twenty minutes at a time whenever you want for a small fee. That's usually more than sufficient for most women."
The girl nodded, leaning over to whisper something to the older woman sitting next to her, who nodded, too.
"Any other questions?" Tasha asked.
A busty redhead sitting beside Nicki raised her hand. "Can we pick our own attachments?"
"Oh, right, attachments," Tasha nodded. "Because of the need for sterilization after use, you'll be riding tonight without attachments, at least for your free trial."
There was a collective sigh, the sound of disapproval, in the room.
"But trust me, you'll still have a great ride." The room didn't look convinced. Tasha swallowed hard. "Plus, we are going to have a door prize! To enter, you just have to sign up for the Club and, at the end of the night, I'll draw the winner—who gets a full twenty minute ride, with the attachments of her choice!"
This time, the collective sound was one of approval and excitement. Tasha smiled. Who didn't love to win a prize?
"Any other questions?
"What about privacy?" It was the buxom redhead again.
Tasha gave her a smile. "You'll be in a private room. I will be there to show you how to work the machine, but that's all. And as it said on the invitation, we encouraged you to wear a long, flowing dress or an extra long t-shirt. If you didn't wear one, and you're worried about your modesty, I have a few extra long t-shirts."
The redhead nodded, looking satisfied.
The blonde raised her hand again, and said, "My boyfriend really, really wanted to come and watch..."
The roomful of women tittered and grinned.
"Is that allowed?" the girl finished, giving the room a sheepish smile.
"Ahhh I know the menfolk would love to watch," Tasha winked. "But honestly, the poor guys get so excited that it just ends up being such a mess..."
The women laughed knowingly, giving each other sidelong glances.
"However, if you join the Sybian Club, we do offer videotaping services," Tasha went on. The blonde brightened, but a few of the women looked like deer in the headlights. "Of course, if you're too shy for that, audio taping is available, instead. That alone is guaranteed to get his heart racing."
The room murmured agreement, and Tasha felt a tingle of excitement in her belly. She had them all interested, their eyes already starry with the prospect of sharing their experience with their lover or their husband. And they hadn't even mounted up yet. Just wait until they take a ride, she thought.
"Alright, if that's all for the questions, let's get started!"
There were no more hands, just a low murmur and a shifting in their seats.
"It's totally random," Tasha went on, picking up the little fish bowl off the buffet. "I'll draw one card at a time out of the ones you filled out earlier. When I call your name, come with me."
The room hummed with anticipation as Tasha dug through the white folded cards. "Daisy Nash."
"Me, that's me!" the redhead squealed and popped up. The whole room seemed to sigh, Tasha wasn't sure if it was disappointment or anticipation. The low murmur of voices started again as the redhead, Daisy, followed Tasha down the stairs.
"I'm nervous," Daisy admitted, flipping her long red hair over her shoulder. "My friend Karen said I had to try it, but I was a little... you know..."
"You won't regret it," Tasha assured her with a smile. "You should take off your bottoms, obviously, but you can leave your dress on."
Daisy nodded, putting her purse down on the chair and reaching under the hem of her long sundress to slip her panties off.
"I'll help you up," Tasha said, offering her a hand. The redhead swung her long leg over the back of the machine. "Just kind of... settle yourself... right over that flesh-colored ridge."
Daisy adjusted her skirt around her,
The girl nodded, leaning over to whisper something to the older woman sitting next to her, who nodded, too.
"Any other questions?" Tasha asked.
A busty redhead sitting beside Nicki raised her hand. "Can we pick our own attachments?"
"Oh, right, attachments," Tasha nodded. "Because of the need for sterilization after use, you'll be riding tonight without attachments, at least for your free trial."
There was a collective sigh, the sound of disapproval, in the room.
"But trust me, you'll still have a great ride." The room didn't look convinced. Tasha swallowed hard. "Plus, we are going to have a door prize! To enter, you just have to sign up for the Club and, at the end of the night, I'll draw the winner—who gets a full twenty minute ride, with the attachments of her choice!"
This time, the collective sound was one of approval and excitement. Tasha smiled. Who didn't love to win a prize?
"Any other questions?
"What about privacy?" It was the buxom redhead again.
Tasha gave her a smile. "You'll be in a private room. I will be there to show you how to work the machine, but that's all. And as it said on the invitation, we encouraged you to wear a long, flowing dress or an extra long t-shirt. If you didn't wear one, and you're worried about your modesty, I have a few extra long t-shirts."
The redhead nodded, looking satisfied.
The blonde raised her hand again, and said, "My boyfriend really, really wanted to come and watch..."
The roomful of women tittered and grinned.
"Is that allowed?" the girl finished, giving the room a sheepish smile.
"Ahhh I know the menfolk would love to watch," Tasha winked. "But honestly, the poor guys get so excited that it just ends up being such a mess..."
The women laughed knowingly, giving each other sidelong glances.
"However, if you join the Sybian Club, we do offer videotaping services," Tasha went on. The blonde brightened, but a few of the women looked like deer in the headlights. "Of course, if you're too shy for that, audio taping is available, instead. That alone is guaranteed to get his heart racing."
The room murmured agreement, and Tasha felt a tingle of excitement in her belly. She had them all interested, their eyes already starry with the prospect of sharing their experience with their lover or their husband. And they hadn't even mounted up yet. Just wait until they take a ride, she thought.
"Alright, if that's all for the questions, let's get started!"
There were no more hands, just a low murmur and a shifting in their seats.
"It's totally random," Tasha went on, picking up the little fish bowl off the buffet. "I'll draw one card at a time out of the ones you filled out earlier. When I call your name, come with me."
The room hummed with anticipation as Tasha dug through the white folded cards. "Daisy Nash."
"Me, that's me!" the redhead squealed and popped up. The whole room seemed to sigh, Tasha wasn't sure if it was disappointment or anticipation. The low murmur of voices started again as the redhead, Daisy, followed Tasha down the stairs.
"I'm nervous," Daisy admitted, flipping her long red hair over her shoulder. "My friend Karen said I had to try it, but I was a little... you know..."
"You won't regret it," Tasha assured her with a smile. "You should take off your bottoms, obviously, but you can leave your dress on."
Daisy nodded, putting her purse down on the chair and reaching under the hem of her long sundress to slip her panties off.
"I'll help you up," Tasha said, offering her a hand. The redhead swung her long leg over the back of the machine. "Just kind of... settle yourself... right over that flesh-colored ridge."
Daisy adjusted her skirt around her,
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